A/N: Sorry it took me forever and a day to create this new chapter; life's
been kinda busy, and slightly mean. I had to move cross-country, I hate
moving! Enjoy!
Who Are You?
"Wow, don't blink folks, this girls fast. In fact, can we get that on our
monitor?" Foxy asked, now entirely devoted to this mysterious female.
A few moments later the monitor at the top of the "theatre" began to show the attack I just finished. Even with the monitor going, it still was to slow to catch my movements. To be truthful, I only spun twice. The first three hits were done with my left hand, and then I spun and hit with both of my hands to throw him as far as I did.
The monitor stopped and all eyes returned back to the fighters. Jin was standing fully. He was amazed and yet shocked at my speed. He looked back at me, "Shall we do that again? The fans seem to like it."
"Let's go."
We, again, took our marks and began to run at full speed. I knew the same trick wouldn't work twice, so I began to plot a new one.
We charged at full speed at one another. The wind began to pick up, slowing me down slightly but not enough to worry. The wounds on Jin had stopped bleeding, but the blunt hit I delivered to him was slowing him down greatly, that's how I had planned it.
The distance between us quickly shrunk, and we were locked in eternal conflict, that is, if none of us made any mistakes. Both of us were here to give it our all, and that's what we were going to do. Our attacks were quick and promising, but nothing made contact.
I ducked, finally able to activate my next plan. With my free hand I threw a fake punch to Jin's face, then with my other hand, wielding the 'iron shield,' I spun it around my ducked figure. The spinning object was at waist level, which meant that my head was well below my knees. This didn't stop me.
Jin was hit several times with the 'shield' and yet again, propelled backwards, this time into the crowd, high in the bleachers. I knew that if Jin did get up, he would be severely wounded from the multiple cuts he now had. But Jin didn't get up, he didn't even move. He was out for the count, but Foxy still was forced to do her job.
"One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven-Eight-Nine-Ten! And 'Death' is the winner!" she screamed to the crowd.
I bowed to Foxy and left the ring. The audience seemed to want more of my type of fighting, I was always so keen on having my adversaries show some blood, this time it was Jin's blood that was spilled. As I stepped off of the ring, Jin stood up from the stands, his bright red hair giving him away, and laughed, a laugh that could only come from someone who was truly happy. That was what life should be like, I thought, purity...true happiness...only happiness... My thoughts wandered off as Urameshi stepped up onto the ring. I wanted Urameshi to show this inner strength that I was warned of. The fight dragged on, at times Yusuke's opponent seemed to have the upper hand, and at others Yusuke seemed to be wiping the floor with him. We all were out of our seats, that is...if we had seats. After the fight engaged it's climax, it was over, we were victorious, barely. Urameshi did show the promise that I had heard, I couldn't wait to challenge him; he had to learn his manners anyways.
Later that day
We, as a team, walked back to the rooms that the Urameshi squad was sharing. It was odd, no one had yet asked me who I was, and why I was here...
Urameshi fished out the key he had for their temporary 'home' they shared. He used the key, then opened the door.
"Take a seat, things need to be explained," the masked fighter, which isn't me, said, pointing to two couches. We all were seated, not one of us making a sound, afraid of what was to come. The masked fighter than turned to me and asked bluntly, "Why are you here? Why now?"
"If I did not intervene when I did, this so called 'protégé' of yours would have inevitable lost, and so your chances at fighting Togoro. Is that what you wanted? To lose?"
"Child, he could have won, you are not certain, no one is..." she replied.
"Ok, I'm lost! Who the heck are you and why are you here?!" Yusuke screamed.
"That will be answered in good time," I said calmly.
"No, child. That will be answered now, it is about time they knew, don't you think?" the masked fighter said. She placed her hands calmly behind her back, in a stance I so knew so well.
"If you must, you first though."
"Fine." The masked fighter began to unwind her mask, not yet knowing the consequences for her decision. The mask slowly unraveled, revealing Yusuke's nightmare, the old hag, Genkai! "It was time for you to have known of this 'masked fighter's' true identity anyhow. Now, child, your turn, introduce yourself."
"My name is Vikyu, I am Genkai's only child."
A/N: Bun-dun-dun-dun! Sorry, this is one of my shorter chapters.
A few moments later the monitor at the top of the "theatre" began to show the attack I just finished. Even with the monitor going, it still was to slow to catch my movements. To be truthful, I only spun twice. The first three hits were done with my left hand, and then I spun and hit with both of my hands to throw him as far as I did.
The monitor stopped and all eyes returned back to the fighters. Jin was standing fully. He was amazed and yet shocked at my speed. He looked back at me, "Shall we do that again? The fans seem to like it."
"Let's go."
We, again, took our marks and began to run at full speed. I knew the same trick wouldn't work twice, so I began to plot a new one.
We charged at full speed at one another. The wind began to pick up, slowing me down slightly but not enough to worry. The wounds on Jin had stopped bleeding, but the blunt hit I delivered to him was slowing him down greatly, that's how I had planned it.
The distance between us quickly shrunk, and we were locked in eternal conflict, that is, if none of us made any mistakes. Both of us were here to give it our all, and that's what we were going to do. Our attacks were quick and promising, but nothing made contact.
I ducked, finally able to activate my next plan. With my free hand I threw a fake punch to Jin's face, then with my other hand, wielding the 'iron shield,' I spun it around my ducked figure. The spinning object was at waist level, which meant that my head was well below my knees. This didn't stop me.
Jin was hit several times with the 'shield' and yet again, propelled backwards, this time into the crowd, high in the bleachers. I knew that if Jin did get up, he would be severely wounded from the multiple cuts he now had. But Jin didn't get up, he didn't even move. He was out for the count, but Foxy still was forced to do her job.
"One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven-Eight-Nine-Ten! And 'Death' is the winner!" she screamed to the crowd.
I bowed to Foxy and left the ring. The audience seemed to want more of my type of fighting, I was always so keen on having my adversaries show some blood, this time it was Jin's blood that was spilled. As I stepped off of the ring, Jin stood up from the stands, his bright red hair giving him away, and laughed, a laugh that could only come from someone who was truly happy. That was what life should be like, I thought, purity...true happiness...only happiness... My thoughts wandered off as Urameshi stepped up onto the ring. I wanted Urameshi to show this inner strength that I was warned of. The fight dragged on, at times Yusuke's opponent seemed to have the upper hand, and at others Yusuke seemed to be wiping the floor with him. We all were out of our seats, that is...if we had seats. After the fight engaged it's climax, it was over, we were victorious, barely. Urameshi did show the promise that I had heard, I couldn't wait to challenge him; he had to learn his manners anyways.
Later that day
We, as a team, walked back to the rooms that the Urameshi squad was sharing. It was odd, no one had yet asked me who I was, and why I was here...
Urameshi fished out the key he had for their temporary 'home' they shared. He used the key, then opened the door.
"Take a seat, things need to be explained," the masked fighter, which isn't me, said, pointing to two couches. We all were seated, not one of us making a sound, afraid of what was to come. The masked fighter than turned to me and asked bluntly, "Why are you here? Why now?"
"If I did not intervene when I did, this so called 'protégé' of yours would have inevitable lost, and so your chances at fighting Togoro. Is that what you wanted? To lose?"
"Child, he could have won, you are not certain, no one is..." she replied.
"Ok, I'm lost! Who the heck are you and why are you here?!" Yusuke screamed.
"That will be answered in good time," I said calmly.
"No, child. That will be answered now, it is about time they knew, don't you think?" the masked fighter said. She placed her hands calmly behind her back, in a stance I so knew so well.
"If you must, you first though."
"Fine." The masked fighter began to unwind her mask, not yet knowing the consequences for her decision. The mask slowly unraveled, revealing Yusuke's nightmare, the old hag, Genkai! "It was time for you to have known of this 'masked fighter's' true identity anyhow. Now, child, your turn, introduce yourself."
"My name is Vikyu, I am Genkai's only child."
A/N: Bun-dun-dun-dun! Sorry, this is one of my shorter chapters.